So after the depressing times of Phnom Penh and the exhausting times of Siem Reap we needed a holiday. A 4 hour bus trip took us to Sihanoukville with the promise of white sand beaches and seafood BBQs of legendary status. When our bus rolled up in the station a throng of around 30 tuk-tuk drivers and moto riders surrounded the doors. After a sweaty journey and with us in the mood to chill it was one of the most unwelcome sites ever but our guesthouse had ordered...

From Siem Reap we took a 6 hour bus ride to the capital city Phnom Penh. I have learnt from this trip that capital cities are not for me. I dont like London for starters but at least i speak the language. Out here they are twice as dirty, twice as hot and twice as mental. I wont talk much about Phnom Penh except we went to the Genocide Museum and the killing Fields. For those that dont know, Cambodia was ruled for several years by a revolutionary party called the...

We'd heard hideous tales of the border crossing between Thailand and Cambodia at a place called Poipet. Tales of scams aplenty and disfigured beggers. luckily the trip was fairly painless with just a few agressive chaps on the cambodian side who were trying to steal us from our taxi-man. "im from the government" one chap said "and if you want happy holiday don't go with him, he try and sell you animal". Turns out that all scammers are "fr...